Azalea stood next to the street pole, one arm wrapped around it as the other was resting in her pockets. She stood there in silence for a couple of minutes, one large red suitcase at her side. Moments past as the taxi slowly pulled up, it was silent as she got into the car. "Miss, do you know where your headin'? Looks like you can't see there." The old man chuckled which soon died off when Azalea showed no emotion. She lifted the black sleep mask from her face, her piercing red eyes locking on the taxi drivers. "Drive." And with that, the car took off.

Her small frail body dragged the rather heavy suitcase behind her as she arrived on the school grounds. The sleeping mask gripped tightly in her hands, she adverted all eye contact while she began to make her way through the crowd of whispers. She was used to the eyes by now, it had been that way for as long as she remembered. She had always been treated like a child, due to her height and size she resembled one quite well. It wasn't everyday that you saw a dainty girl with white hair and doe-like red eyes. Azalea glanced around quickly, stumbling a bit as she barely managed to haul to suit case with her.